Fire

(By Anonymous
It is burning. It is fiery. It is glowing yet merry. Still it is perilous and merciless. And yet, glamorous and illustrious It emits stories far forgotten in the past when a cavemans glories is still at mass. It consumes lives by thousands and more. Still, it resumes as a waiter with smores. Licking objects is its chores Its just a habit that never bores. This wisp is a glamorous inventor , but its danger is a notorious wager. Its beauty and grace is a mystical miracle Yet its fury and rage is its searing sickle A face of this force glowers sourly The other side cowers in modesty How odd this force tends to be.